"Going fishing?"
"Yes."
"Alone?"
"Yes."
"I was brought up to sail a boat," said the doctor, "and I often go fishing in summer, when I get a chance. I shall want to try your boat some time."
No reply.
"The timbers are not seasoned, are they? They look like pitch-pine, just out of the woods. Won't they warp?"
"No. Pitch-pine goes right in, green. I s'pose the pitch keeps it, if it's out of the sun."
"Where did you cut it?"
Eph colored a little.